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DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK BUT WE DO IT IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES INDIO
GRIS, IS A PRODUCT INDIO GRIS Nº 88 YEAR II EDITORIAL There
are moments when you can't any longer. Future
calls me with its voice of delirium, There
are days when words are not enough Beloved,
my beloved, help me to hide There
was an afternoon, a day in which I couldn't write. I
thought I was flying, that I was the bird Afterwards,
when awakening I realised I
thought I flew, that I was the man A
man killed a man just for the sake of it, The
guilty person was looked for and every time The
heart hurt, the words hurt, Darling,
Today, I hoist the word freedom before your amazed eyes. Freedom
are your caresses, she told me before disappearing.
Today,
she realised I was a little worried and she said to me: -
Look, doctor, to open yourself, to open yourself, to open yourself, it
isn't, it doesn't mean to abandon the direction, what it means is to lead more
persons, to articulate more power. -
How do you know that I'm interested in those things? -
Nothing, I simply imagine that you won't want to be just a psychoanalyst.
Don't you worry, doctor, I'm here to redeem you.
I'll be the burning flame of your night. After me, doctor, no one will
forget you.
She
not only choked with my semen, but also or even more, with my words. The
other day I told her that we should die to know and she responded that I
was a murderer. I said to her that she shouldn't make a big fuss about it
and she answered that if she had to allow someone to kill her, she would
do it, but that she would prefer to make love. -
And this time, how do you want it: wrapped in black tulips from
Holland, seasoned, macerated in Turkish anise or do you want in your
mother's pussy style? -
Listen to me, baby,
the man, I had told you in the previous book, can't stand any longer. He
is sinking.
The rebellions are those which don't fructify as a transformation.
Rebellion is what is suffocated. Rebelliousness
is another history of the world, is another history that didn't occur.
I'm not afraid of not knowing how to say, I'm afraid of not knowing
how to write, of not reaching but only my contemporaries or at the most
the next century. That was said by several writers, among them, Sartre. It
must be something that it is said to compromise, just in case other worlds
may exist, other centuries that may come to read us, may they know that
they have been taken into account in our writing. Oh,
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